Charles
New Year is tomorrow.
Which means I can't hide anymore.
So tomorrow, I will have to leave this cabin and return to the world I belong to, and before that happens, I have to tell Molly the truth. All of it. No half truths. No carefully selected lies.
The problem is not whether I should tell her.
It is how.
I lean against the hood of my car, cold metal seeping through my jacket, breath fogging in the quiet air.
How do you tell a woman who has lived her whole life believing in logic and simplicity that the man she's living with is not human. That he is a werewolf. That fate tied her to him before she was ever born. That she is his mate.
My jaw tightens.
My wolf is not patient. He never has been. He wants to tell her. To claim her properly. To mark her and make it known to t
